Description: ONE The black van bumped along the road, jarring Spirit's spine with every lurch. Burke was at the wheel, driving toward a destination that wasn't even a point on a map. The instructions he was following were a list of distances and landmarks: they'd crossed from Montana into North Dakota hours ago, but for all any of the four of them knew, their destination might be the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It's Saturday morning, Spirit thought wearily, feeling drunk from lack of sleep, as she gazed out the side window at the unchanging vista of fields and trees and distant mountains. It was spring-almost April-but the landscape looked barren to her. It was nothing like the place she'd grown up. Her life was nothing like the one she'd had the last time she'd looked out a car window counting the weeks to summer. Her life? It was an unreal nightmare, the stuff of B movies. Except it was happening, and it was almost uniformly horrible. A year ago, Saturday had been a day to hang out with friends, to tease her younger sister, to make elaborate kitchen experiments with Dad or go on adventures with Mom. But that was before the- Don't call it an accident now, call it what it was. Murder. Murder. Before the Shadow Knights murdered her family. Before everything changed. Six months ago, she'd just been told she was going to go to a place called Oakhurst because there was nowhere else for her to go with all her family dead. From the beginning, Spirit had known there was something wrong with Oakhurst. Yeah, maybe the fact that someone was trying to kill us off might have been the hint . But that was simplifying things; the facade that Oakhurst had kept up was too good. The whole horrible scope of how badly things were wrong had taken a while to figure out. In fact, it hadn't been until a week ago that she really understood, when she'd gotten the last clues to put it all together. She'd been told when she arrived that Oakhurst wasn't a normal orphanage, but a school for magicians. Which had been unsettling, and scary, but could have been kind of cool if the people in charge hadn't been pitting every student against every other student, in a kind of just-sub-lethal Hunger Games. But then she found out that if you had magic, Oakhurst's headmaster tracked you down and killed your family, and then made it look as if they'd wanted you to be sent there. Loch's father had died in a hotel fire, Muirin's in an automobile accident, Addie's in a plane crash, Burke's in a home invasion. Hers, in another car crash. The method didn't matter. Only the results. That you got sent to Oakhurst, where the headmaster could decide if you were worth the effort of teaching. Because if he decided you weren't-well, the Hunger Games stopped being sub -lethal. And I thought all along he'd made a mistake about me, that I didn't have magic. But he hadn't. She looked down at her hands. There was still a pale mark on the left one where her school ring had been. The stone changed color when it recognized your magic, and hers never had. Until last night. And now I know I'm a Spirit Mage, and I know my School of Magic is the School of Spirit, but that's all I know. They taught four Schools of Magic at Oakhurst. Dr. Ambrosius made everyone forget there were five. She didn't know why, but considering everything else, it almost didn't matter. Dr. Ambrosius wanted to bring everyone with magic to Oakhurst so he could either recruit them-or kill them. Because in his world, there were only flunkies and enemies, and he wasn't just a magician. And his real name wasn't Ambrosius. His real name was Mordred. The Mordred. Centuries ago, he'd lost a war for a kingdom. His enemies had locked him in a prison they'd hoped would last forever-but just in case it didn't, his jailers had cast a second spell, binding all of them to be reborn over and over until the threat was ended forever. To become Reincarnates, unaware of who they'd been until Merlin-or Mordred-awakened their memories. Merlin. Mordred. Arthur. Guinevere. Names out of a storybook until Spirit and her friends discovered it wasn't a story-it was something they were all living. Because Dr. Ambrosius was Mordred, and once he'd escaped his prison, he gathered an army of Shadow Knights to serve him, and spent decades hunting the Grail Knights who were the only challengers to his power. He built Oakhurst as the means to do that. He eliminated every magician who wouldn't serve him before they could even begin to threaten him. And who would ever have believed he was doing anything like that, when no one in the outside world had so much as a clue that magic was real? A day ago, Spirit finally found a way for the five of them to escape from Oakhurst. If escape had been their only goal, there wouldn't have been any point-but escape was only the beginning of what they were going to have to do. Save the world. Why is it that's always what it turns out to be? Maybe because when it was things like Mordred you were up against, they weren't going to settle for anything less than the world. It was Muirin who'd infiltrated the Shadow Knights to discover Mordred planned to trigger a nuclear apocalypse to create a world where Magic, not Science, ruled. They'd fled knowing they were the only ones who had a chance to stop it. A mysterious ally Spirit knew only as QUERCUS had given them a place to go. But escape had come at far too high a price. The van hit another pothole, and Spirit groaned faintly. "Sorry," Burke said, glancing at her apologetically. "You okay?" "Thinking about Muirin," she said. She closed her eyes hard, willing herself not to cry. It wouldn't do any good. Muirin would still be dead. * * * Muirin clung to Doc Mac's arm as the dancers at the Spring Fling swirled around them, oblivious. She looked greenish-pale, and the dark smudges under her eyes had nothing to do with makeup. Spirit saw her lurch and stagger, and only Doc Mac's grip on her arm kept her from falling. "Muirin!" Spirit cried. She pushed through the crowd, shoving people out of her way as she headed for Muirin. She was about halfway there when Muirin saw her. She brought her hand up and made a throwing motion. The car keys came flying through the air, and Spirit snatched them without thought. Muirin silently mouthed one word: "Run." * * * Not everyone with magic was a Reincarnate, but Spirit had been sure about Muirin. Anastus Ovcharenko-Shadow Knight and Mordred's pet assassin-had called Muirin and Madison Lane-Rider "sisters"-and that made Madison Lane-Rider Queen Morgause and Muirin Queen Morgaine. Madison was a Shadow Knight, and Muirin had played a long double game, pretending she wanted to join them while remaining loyal to her friends. Maybe Murr-cat had been tempted to swap sides-maybe she'd even come close, and who could have blamed her? The other side had everything. What did her friends have? But Muirin had stuck with them. Without Muirin's last-minute warning-without her help -Mordred would have gotten all five of them. Instead of only one of them. Burke reached out a hand and closed it over hers. "They will pay for that. I swear it," he said. "Do you think-?" she said, hating herself for hoping. She'd seen Muirin fall, shot by Anastus Ovcharenko-Prince Agravaine. But maybe. "No," Burke said quietly. "They'd never have trusted her after she helped us. He shot to kill." I won't cry, Spirit told herself desperately, but despite her best efforts, a tear slid down her cheek. "It's no sin to grieve," Burke said gently. "We don't have time," Spirit answered angrily. "Mordred's going to nuke the world back to the Stone Age!" "We have time to mourn for our friend. Mordred moves on Beltane," Burke said. "That's May first. It's only the end of March now." "Great," Spirit said, rubbing her eyes, her throat and heart aching. "Six weeks to save the world." Silence hung between them, stretching the tension to the breaking point. "I hope this Internet buddy of yours can help," Burke finally said, awkwardly changing the subject. She took the change of subject gratefully, thankful for his kindness. "Me, too," Spirit answered somberly. "Are we there yet?" Loch asked, sitting up and leaning forward between the seats. He and Addie were riding in the back. Spirit could have ridden in back too, and maybe even gotten some sleep-QUERCUS had left the van for them, along with the directions to reach their destination-but she'd wanted to be with Burke. "Don't make me pull this getaway car over," Burke said lightly, and despite everything, Spirit smiled. She'd never had a boyfriend before. She'd never expected to find one at Oakhurst. After her family died, she'd just wanted to shut out the world, and never care about anyone again. But Burke had loved he

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